How I feel writing clean, unread poetry.

“Daniel” Scratched Into the Sink Side

“Daniel,” scratched into the sink side,

so careful. Who are you?

Daniel, stopped off at the rest stop,

probably on your long drive to Salt Lake City,

why?

Why not more vulgarity?

Penmanship’s a rarity

in vandalism’s lot,

your message soon forgot

amongst the penning

that is not so pure.

Yours is not profanity

scribbled on the door.

Yours is not the number

or the “Kristin is a whore.”

Just, “Daniel”

carefully carved into the sink side.

I get it Daniel,

keep writing.

Keep living on the fly.

Keep driving to Salt Lake City.

Stay classy.

Stay Why.